Mr. Jones (Demo) lyrics

by

Pop Smoke


[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look

[Chorus]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to f*ck
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pus*y
The lil' n*gga f*cked around, n*gga, I swear

[Verse]
She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt"
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worried 'bout the wrong thing
That's bad work, it's 'bout thе cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Brеak it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can't put me first, that's backwards
[Chorus]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to f*ck
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pus*y
The lil' n*gga f*cked around, n*gga, I swear

[Open Verse]
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